Within a palace that is also a prison, Muggar the White Despiser wages war against the light, seeking to make all mortals his slaves.
Aher Wolfhound, called Wolfhound The Historian, a man crushed by the weight of the world’s cruelty
Splendid Reverse Worker seems to be manifested ill luck. In its presence everything seems to go wrong- mirrors and glasses shatter, animals fall ill and are injured, tempers flare and depression looms, metal rusts, and a general environment of pure Murphy’s Law occurs.
Legendary hero, founder of the Bukdek Empire, fearless warrior and warlord, amoral barbarian, and vicious bandit.
Ssao E’hzeir, once a soldier, then a mandarin-magistrate, and then a clan-father, was rewarded for years of faithful service with the post of alytarch.
I don’t know what it was that set Shoutin’ Sam off, but when he left, it was like goddamned Apaches had busted in here and had a scalpin’ party in the saloon…
He’s a strange foreigner who doesn’t act like us… Suspicious.
Darkness nested in the woman’s heart
And her husband found that the Dark Face lingered there
So he took her to a pit of fire
And he cast her in.
-Twenty-Ninth Explanation, Sun’s Sword 5:8, The Book of Two Faces
The God has two faces, and wears two masks.
One is a bright mask, shining with light, shining like the sun’s gold; it is the Gold Mask.
The other is a dark mask, blackened with shadows, black like the night. That is the Dark Mask.
-First Explanation, Priest’s Teachings 1:2, The Book of Two Faces
Was this to be his last sight, then? These bloody-red gums, these rusty, iron teeth? Where were the Gods to defend him from Bloody Smile?
Everyone knows that that Senthia Khlack died with her father, the Duke Eldward Khlack, after their failed Rebellion. But what they do not is that Senthia still lives, after a fashion.
Soft of voice, light of eye, dark of hair, and also of heart, Hippomenes the Fearful holds the province of Colistia in an iron grip.
The Understar is the ruler of a people who no longer exist, a sorceress schooled in magic that yearns to be forgotten, and a master of the 9 Monsters.
A sad little spirit who lives by a pond, and is very lonely…
A brotherhood of three warriors who fancy themselves to be the strongest men in all the world.
“Everybody knows that!” -Mantra of knowitalls everywhere.
Everybody must be the wisest person in all of Creation, because he seems to know everything!
Once the daughter of a royal family of the Living Lands, Golden Tears Mistress forsook her family’s ancestor offerings in exchange for the privileges of the court of First and Night-Crowned Wolf.
Never Ending Silence is the greatest Death-Knight of the Ghostlord known as Frozen Priestess Adorned With Bloody Feathers, and he is very good at his job.
In the insanely complicated politics of the Underworld, the Ghostlords are the highest beings below the Death Gods. But First and Night-Crowned Wolf, Ghostlord of Blood and Fury, seeks to make himself the one and only Ghostlord, and grind the Underworld beneath his iron heel.
He’s seen villages burn. He’s thrown the torches, and he’s thrown the water. He’s been up to his waist in gold, and up to his waist in blood. He’s seen it all.
Saril had a dream. To open a library in the windswept wastes of Naarish, so that the people of the many villages and towns spread over the hundreds of leagues of desert could discover the joys of his books. For a whole year he kept his library open, but alas, almost no one came.
That is when Saril came up with his new idea. If people didn't travel to read his books, he would travel to them! Saril closed his library, hired a team of twelve camels, loaded up the beasts with all of his books and proceeded to invent the first nomadic library.
Now children and adults alike, looked forward to hearing the bells of Saril's camels as he entered their villages, as he tirelessly traversed the deserts in a long circuitous route, visiting every village and town he came across, in turn. It came to pas that Saril's traveling library came to some fame, and that is how the folk of Naarish became literate.
A word of warning though. Naarish has only six thousand volumes. He deals with those that lose or steal his tomes quite "harshly", by bypassing the town or village which was responsible for losing one of his books for that calendar year.